Dad threw up on Christmas Day

He puked on the serving tray

The stuffing's come right out of Daddy dear

Now everybody's Christmas vacation

Will be filled with a viral infection

Maybe we'll all be better by next year



We felt more than a breeze 

When Daddy had to sneeze 

It didn't sound a lot like Ah-Choo 

Mom was saying grace 

When Daddy barfed on her face 

So Mom asked God to bless the vomit too



Dad threw up on Christmas Day

He got some chunks on Uncle Ray

Who kept on talking about his pancreas

We'll all remember Christmas Eve

As the last time we were free of disease

And able to digest some solid food



The stuffings came right out of daddy dear

Now everybody's Christmas vacation

Will be filled with a viral infection

Maybe we'll all be better by next year